Quick Wear: Under the Skirt, All Beings Are Equal

In the dim alley, a few sparks flickered. The young man leaning against the wall licked his bloody lips and looked down at the people who surrounded him with vigilant faces.

He was obviously alone, but no one around him dared to approach him. They just helped a few brothers whose heads were beaten by Lu Ziming to stand in position, looking at him anxiously and angrily.

"Lu Ziming, let's see where you're going today. Aren't you pretty crazy? There will be a day like this too."

"Brother Lu, bah, who the hell are you?"

Lu Ziming's dark eyes didn't even glance at him, but passed through the crowd and fell on a boy in school uniform not far away. The boy was holding a roasted sweet potato, and his delicate and clean face was half hidden in the darkness brought by his figure, making it difficult to see the boy's expression at the moment.

Seeing him not taking him seriously, the leader couldn't hold back anymore. He couldn't stand his arrogant attitude and shouted angrily, "I'm talking to you, are you fucking deaf? You think your brothers will come? I tell you, they have been entangled by me and others."

Lu Ziming frowned, somewhat displeased with the tall man's loud shouting. He put out the cigarette in his hand and revealed a bit of irritability and ruffian spirit: "Keep your voice down. I was bitten by a dog when I was a child. People who encounter barking dogs are usually beaten to death. Be proud for a few seconds. Remember to write it in the family tree when you go back, and tell your descendants about it. After all, this is one of the few things in your life that you can be proud of. Be quite proud."

He had just been in a fight and just ran here to smoke a cigarette to regain his strength when he was caught up by these bastards.

He and these people are old enemies. When he was hanging out here in the past two years, he had a lot of friction with several technical secondary school students. However, as he was approaching his third year of high school, under the tyranny of Su He, he focused on his studies.

The others were furious. They didn't expect that Lu Ziming, the well-known top student in No. 17 Middle School, had such a vicious tongue. For a moment, they could only stare with their eyes wide open. When they reacted, they started cursing.

"Fuck..."

Lu Ziming kicked a boy in the stomach and shouted to the people watching the show not far away: "Fuck, Su He, you are still eating sweet potatoes. If you don't come over, I will be beaten to death by these little bastards."

Before he finished speaking, everyone had already looked in the direction he was shouting, only to see a tall, skinny young man walking towards them nonchalantly.

"You haven't been beaten to death yet."

When everyone saw it, they felt that it looked familiar, but they couldn't remember where it was.

"Brother, I remember now. He is the famous one in No. 17 Middle School. He ranked first in the joint examinations many times." Someone said.

Hearing this, the boy smiled at the person who was speaking and asked sincerely, "Would you like some roasted sweet potatoes? Roasted sweet potatoes are suitable for winter and are very warm."

Everyone: "..."

This legendary good student actually ran away. They didn't know whether to laugh at Lu Ziming for being desperate or to say that the young man was ignorant of his own life.

No matter how good the boy's attitude was, those present were all hooligans from various schools. They looked him up and down with malicious intent, always thinking that he was so weak that he would be killed with one punch from them, so they no longer took him seriously.

"Get away from me. This is not your place to interfere."

The big brother everyone called looked at Chang Qing, thought for a moment, and asked, "This matter is between us and Lu Ziming, and has nothing to do with you. If you leave now and pretend you didn't see it, then we can be friends. If you want to meddle in other people's business, don't blame me for hurting innocent people."

He wasn't bragging, nor was he looking down on Chang Qing, it was just that... this guy didn't seem to have much fighting ability.

"You're a nice guy. It sounds great." Chang Qing picked up the paper bag of sweet potatoes and put it in his schoolbag before saying calmly, "It's just that Lu Ziming is my brother."

The smile on the elder brother's face faded a little: "That is to say, you insist on interfering in our affairs."

Chang Qing just nodded slightly. As early as when she was leaving the school gate, she received a message from Lu Ziming, asking her to come over quickly to save his life. Thinking that this guy treated her well on weekdays, she turned around and headed towards the location he sent the message.

When Lu Ziming saw Chang Qing, his expression was inevitably dazed for a moment, as if he had returned to the first time he saw Su He fighting. The other party's calm eyes were unperturbed, and he knocked down many people calmly and easily.

Just like before, there was no suspense. The two of them teamed up to knock down a group of people. After saying a few harsh words, those people ran away in shame with fear in their eyes.

"Tsk, what a coward." Lu Ziming did not hesitate to mock and despise them. "This group of people is far different from the people I know. At least I still have a few true brothers."

"Su He, you don't look like a fierce fighter. How come you are so good at fighting? You didn't fight often when you were in junior high school, did you?"

Chang Qing tidied himself up and took out the sweet potato. A subtle warmth permeated his stiff and unconscious hands. He then broke the sweet potato into two halves and handed the other half to Lu Ziming.

"It's not that exaggerated. My family lives in the countryside. When I was young, I did everything from herding cattle to cutting grass. After school in the afternoon, I would go to the fields with my family to work, so I am quite strong. When I was in junior high school, I was quite skinny, so it was inevitable that I would encounter some bullies. I have also been in many fights before."

"Actually, I didn't like studying that much before, but later I understood that I had to rely on studying to change my life."

"oh oh."

Lu Ziming listened to Chang Qing's words and muttered, "But studying is not the only way out. There are many other possibilities. All roads lead to Rome."

Chang Qing suddenly stopped and slowly turned to look at Lu Ziming who was eating roasted sweet potatoes.

“It’s hard to explain this kind of thing. Studying is certainly not the only way out, but it is the best way out and the best solution for students like us whose ancestors have been farmers for generations.

You have to admit that you can skip classes, fight, and go to concerts every other day. This is all the capital accumulated by your elders. You have the right and the capital to enjoy these things, but you can't laugh at those who get up at six in the morning, go to bed at one in the evening, and are always immersed in a mountain of books and sea of ​​questions. "

"You can travel, do what you want, and even study abroad after the college entrance examination, but some people can't. They don't know what famous brands are, and they can't even understand spending money to watch concerts. Some people have never been on a plane or a subway, and they have only seen these words on the Internet. Their parents work hard with hoes on the not-so-fertile land, and they can't earn tens of thousands of yuan a year. To learn piano and painting, and to do what you like, you need not only love but also money."